Train Wreck

Life sucks

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Edith's POV

The moment I entered the house, I had to dodge a flying toy. The place was so messy. I had to clean it all.

Aunt Betty came out downstairs, ready to go out. She had curled her black hair. She had so much makeup on. She was in a tight glittering silver short dress.

"Clean up the place. Cook them dinner and bath them. Scrub my bathroom too. Oh, I almost forgot your uncle will be coming back home tomorrow. Clean his room or else you'll do it in the morning." Aunt Betty said.

My uncle was more of a monster than my aunt. Everyone calls him Mister like it's his name.

Aunt Betty left the house, probably going to have the time of her life. I started working. I finished everything by midnight.

I had to study for my math test so I stayed up for an hour. Then I went to bed.

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I felt a heavy slap and I immediately woke up. It was Mister. I thought he'd come during the late morning.

"Good morning, sir." I said as I checked the time. It was 4:00. I rubbed my cheek gently.

He started to take off his clothes. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

Life sucks.

He pushed me back on the bed. He grabbed my neck, suffocating me as he did. He took off my clothes.

Another night, I lay helpless as I get fucking raped. How long must I endure this? I can't report him to the law because I know he bought me off my parents because they owed him. I was the bargain. I was the fucking bargain.

I held on to my pillow tightly. Trying to bear my pain.

I always thought of ending everything. Ending life for me. Ally was the only reason I have not gone down that path. As long as she stays as my best friend, I am not going anywhere. I am enduring because of her.

Mister was done. He got off me and wore his clothes.

"Must you have to do this to your own niece?" I snapped under my breath.

"I am the reason you have a roof to sleep under. Don't question my actions." Mister said as moved towards the door.

"Then you are a dreaded monster!" I snapped.

Louder than I couldn't have ever dreamed of.

He stormed to me and punched me.

"Know your place." He said as he left my room.

My nose was bleeding. I grabbed the tissue box and stopped the blood. I hope he chokes on a piece of meat and die.

That's all I ask for.

I went to take an early bath. I couldn't sleep again so I did my morning chores and prepared breakfast for the three kids.

I went to school early and left the rest for their parents to continue. After all, it's their duty one way or another.

Oliver's POV

When I went downstairs for breakfast, Dad was there. He was back from his trip. I didn't want to see his face.

"Isn't it my faggot son?" Dad mocked.
"Where is the son of mine who isn't a faggot?"

My half brother, Michael is my dad's prize son. Pathetic. Even though he's just a love child.

I sat by the table and started to eat.

"You are a shame to this family." Dad said.

" I know, Dad." I said.

"It is even an insult to call me Dad. I am Mr. Eric Justice to you." He said.

I simply nodded and continued to have breakfast. Dad got up to his feet and slammed his hand on the table and everything on it shook.

"I should disown you. You are a disgrace to the family. I cannot stand the sight of you. All the women in the world and you chose to be gay." Dad scolded.

He came to me and held my neck tightly, nearly suffocating me.

"Do you know how much your mother cried when she found out? You're a disappointment." Dad said as he spat on my face.

He let me go and went upstairs.

Mom, Stephanie Justice rushed to me and gave me a tissue.

"You know he doesn't mean whatever he said." Mom comforted.

I clenched my fist." He does. He means it."

"He's just sad that you became gay. He wants you to be normal, even though unique is better sometimes normal is the best." Mom said softly.

"He hates me. He fucking hates me. You hate me too." I snapped.

"I don't. I just want you to be happy with a girl." Mom said.

I haven't even fucked a boy before and a boy has never fucked me.

"Be with a girl." Mom said with a higher tone.

I stood up.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't want to do." I snapped as I snatched the tissue and cleaned of the spit. "Fuck you. You took my happiness, you're a fucking slut."

Michael held my shoulder, turned me, grabbed my collar and punched me. I went backwards as I noticed my lip was bleeding.

"You dare not insult my mom." Michael said.

"I stated a fact. She's a slut." I deadpanned.

He punched me again and I headed him. We broke into a fight. Dad pulled us apart and punched me. My eyes teared up.

"Get the fuck out of here. Now!" Dad said.

I grabbed my school back from the table and knocked the table down. All the plates fell to the ground and broke.

I just walked out of the house. I hated this bullshit. Fuck this. Fuck life.

Life sucks.

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